I don’t remember undressing, or running the water. The bathroom window is open wide. Outside the sun is setting. The bathroom is orange, then red. T...here is a mirror on the ceiling, in my dream. (In the waking world, there is no mirror; but this is a dream.) The mirror is misted by condensation but I can make out my reflection. It’s warped and indistinct like an impressionist painting. A small pale girl. A splash of dark paint around her head to symbolise her hair. A smaller splash at her. ”We finished our wine, I rinsed the glasses, and Milena took off my shirt and put on hers which was mostly dry. I walked her to the door, exchanged a soft kiss with her, then undressed and got into bed next to Becky who barely stirred when I put my arm around her.June 19, 1983, McKinley, Ohio“Does wine make you feel that way?” Becky asked when we got out of bed on Sunday morning.“Yes, but only after three glasses or so. That was the first time you’ve had any alcohol, right?”“Yes. It made me. "It's different , but, if you like it is all that matters." I replied It didn't take her long to get my tee shirt off and my jeans down letting my cock free. She started stroking it then dropped down in front of me and began to lick the bottom pausing only to suck each of my balls into her mouth. After a few minutes of this she began to slowly suck me going all the way down until she was touching my shaved pubic region. I could not believe what she was doing, sucking my dick right in. Jerry, my sweet, why don't we go back to your house and pick up more of your clothes and any other bits and pieces. You can put it all in Will's dressing room. I cleared everything out. If you're not at home with me tomorrow evening I might pine away."They did that and then decided to have a pub lunch. Zoë declined to go with them. Chris made a huge fuss of them and was very impressed with Emma's ring. Peter came through after Chris had left their order with him and congratulated them."You.